We were sitting in the car chatting... there was a few
minutes before one had to reluctantly drag oneself into work... when His hand
reached out to rub the inside of the thigh. With a steady pressure it circled
and squeezed as it worked its way higher up the leg until it had nowhere else
to go. Unfortunately neither did one small slave, trapped in the confines of
the car as one was. Sensing that His prey was cornered he pressed his attack...
Until one came... oblivious to whom might have been around
or for that matter parked next to us...
A state that left one with slightly soggy knickers and even
less desire to go to work...
And He left one there...
Mutters think that was an apology for bailing on one
yesterday after the first round
Bastard!
2 comments:
LOL soggy knickers.
I was thinking of the mixed messages he gives me when he says "Time to get up" but his arm around me is holding tight and has no intention of letting me get away. Not yet at least. And then, same result, soggy knickers.
what a way to go to work that'd put a smile on my face for sure lol
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